ᛉ Wlitehálig Gild ᛣ
07.05.202510:48
Wedding and Death
A day of sorrow,
Loss of love.
A day of joy,
When you and I became one.
Holding your hand,
Like a kiss from the sun,
I looked into your eyes—
Blue, beautiful, full of life.
You cried out, full of fear.
The shadow was encroaching.
Our blood, like our love,
Made one for all time.
Your last gasp, hauntingly quiet.
It found itself within me,
A warmth kept in my chest,
A guide for your expression
When I close my eyes,
I remember your songs,
Your love, your compassion, your will.
I will carry it on and on.
You grow within me
As the world goes on.
And when I pass I'll do so with glee,
For I know I’ll see you,
Underneath the great tree.
转发自:
Utumno
26.04.202516:55
"In the Twilight of the Gods, in the “world conflagration,” Wagner sees the heroic man Siegfried becoming one with the angel, the Valkyrie, in fiery blaze."
— Peryt Shou, The Spiritual Weapon of the Nordic Man
— Peryt Shou, The Spiritual Weapon of the Nordic Man
转发自:
Stiðen Āc Heorð
17.04.202522:18
Hymn to Woden
- William Lisle Bowles (24 September 1762 – 7 April 1850).
God of the battle, hear our prayer!
By the lifted falchion's glare;
By the uncouth fane sublime,
Marked with many a Runic rhyme;
By the 'weird sisters' dread,
That, posting through the battle red,
Choose the slain, and with them go
To Valhalla's halls below,
Where the phantom-chiefs prolong
Their echoing feast, a giant throng,
And their dreadful beverage drain
From the skulls of warriors slain:
God of the battle, hear our prayer;
And may we thy banquet share!
Save us, god, from slow disease;
From pains that the brave spirit freeze;
From the burning fever's rage;
From wailings of unhonoured age,
Drawing painful his last breath;
Give us in the battle death!
Let us lift our glittering shield,
And perish, perish in the field!
Now o'er Cumri's hills of snow
To death, or victory, we go;
Hark! the chiefs their cars prepare;
See! they bind their yellow hair;
Frenzy flashes from their eye,
They fly--our foes before them fly!
Woden, in thy empire drear,
Thou the groans of death dost hear,
And welcome to thy dusky hall
Those that for their country fall!
Hail, all hail the godlike train,
That with thee the goblet drain;
Or with many a huge compeer,
Lift, as erst, the shadowy spear!
Whilst Hela's inmost caverns dread
Echo to their giant tread,
And ten thousand thousand shields
Flash lightning o'er the glimmering fields!
Hark! the battle-shouts begin--
Louder sounds the glorious din:
Louder than the ice's roar,
Bursting on the thawing shore;
Or crashing pines that strew the plain,
When the whirlwinds hurl the main!
Riding through the death-field red,
And singling fast the destined dead,
See the fatal sisters fly!
Now my throbbing breast beats high--
Now I urge my panting steed,
Where the foemen thickest bleed.
Soon exulting I shall go,
Woden, to thy halls below;
Or o'er the victims, as they die,
Chant the song of Victory!
- William Lisle Bowles (24 September 1762 – 7 April 1850).
God of the battle, hear our prayer!
By the lifted falchion's glare;
By the uncouth fane sublime,
Marked with many a Runic rhyme;
By the 'weird sisters' dread,
That, posting through the battle red,
Choose the slain, and with them go
To Valhalla's halls below,
Where the phantom-chiefs prolong
Their echoing feast, a giant throng,
And their dreadful beverage drain
From the skulls of warriors slain:
God of the battle, hear our prayer;
And may we thy banquet share!
Save us, god, from slow disease;
From pains that the brave spirit freeze;
From the burning fever's rage;
From wailings of unhonoured age,
Drawing painful his last breath;
Give us in the battle death!
Let us lift our glittering shield,
And perish, perish in the field!
Now o'er Cumri's hills of snow
To death, or victory, we go;
Hark! the chiefs their cars prepare;
See! they bind their yellow hair;
Frenzy flashes from their eye,
They fly--our foes before them fly!
Woden, in thy empire drear,
Thou the groans of death dost hear,
And welcome to thy dusky hall
Those that for their country fall!
Hail, all hail the godlike train,
That with thee the goblet drain;
Or with many a huge compeer,
Lift, as erst, the shadowy spear!
Whilst Hela's inmost caverns dread
Echo to their giant tread,
And ten thousand thousand shields
Flash lightning o'er the glimmering fields!
Hark! the battle-shouts begin--
Louder sounds the glorious din:
Louder than the ice's roar,
Bursting on the thawing shore;
Or crashing pines that strew the plain,
When the whirlwinds hurl the main!
Riding through the death-field red,
And singling fast the destined dead,
See the fatal sisters fly!
Now my throbbing breast beats high--
Now I urge my panting steed,
Where the foemen thickest bleed.
Soon exulting I shall go,
Woden, to thy halls below;
Or o'er the victims, as they die,
Chant the song of Victory!
09.04.202521:16
All progressions from a higher to a lower order are marked by ruins and mystery and a residue of nameless rage
— Blood Meridian
转发自:Utumno
06.05.202522:23
"The answer came not in words but in realization: I had passed beyond the Black Sun. That ancient force, hidden from the eye, whose true color is violet, beyond visible sight, had been my gate. Like the invisible ultraviolet ray, the Black Sun does not shine to the mundane world, but for those with the inner eye, it is the axis of all being."
https://dervolkstrum.substack.com/p/beyond-the-veil
https://dervolkstrum.substack.com/p/beyond-the-veil
30.04.202513:55
❌ — Hitler inspects the ruins of the Reich Chancellery after an air raid. - this picture is the last photo of Adolf Hitler, 1945. ᛉ
🏴 Neues Europa archive 🏴
🏴 Neues Europa archive 🏴
15.04.202503:07
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— Miguel Serrano
20.04.202513:37
Updated the poster for 2025
15.04.202500:47
“The Roman emperors, who eradicated the first christians, did exactly the same thing that we are doing with the communists. These christians were the worst yeast which the great city contained, the worst jewish people, the worst bolsheviks that there were”
转发自:Utumno
07.04.202504:15
What is Yahweh?
If we, the children of light, the Aryans, are smaller fragments of Phanes-Eros, the being who emerged from the cosmic egg, the one who then split into the first forms of the Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine, then were did Yahweh emerge from?
The same place that the others, other gods, sleep in. Another cosmic egg except Yahweh has no Divine Feminine. He is a mutant, an abomination, which is why all that falls under his dominion is soulless, ultimately. Yahweh emerged from a cosmic egg and attacked Nyx, the first form of the Divine Feminine according to the Hyperborean prophet Orpheus. Waralda-Wuotan, the divine male, attacked Yahweh back. This is the cycle that has repeated itself an innumerable amount of times. Millions of years, from the supposed battles in the stars to Atlantis and the Deluge to this very day.
If we, the children of light, the Aryans, are smaller fragments of Phanes-Eros, the being who emerged from the cosmic egg, the one who then split into the first forms of the Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine, then were did Yahweh emerge from?
The same place that the others, other gods, sleep in. Another cosmic egg except Yahweh has no Divine Feminine. He is a mutant, an abomination, which is why all that falls under his dominion is soulless, ultimately. Yahweh emerged from a cosmic egg and attacked Nyx, the first form of the Divine Feminine according to the Hyperborean prophet Orpheus. Waralda-Wuotan, the divine male, attacked Yahweh back. This is the cycle that has repeated itself an innumerable amount of times. Millions of years, from the supposed battles in the stars to Atlantis and the Deluge to this very day.
05.04.202514:20
转发自:Stiðen Āc Heorð
03.05.202521:15
If the English had a separate name for Earth Mother in her harvest aspect, this might have been a name formed from the verbs gifan, to give, or gifian, to bestow gifts, such as Giefu, grace, favour; Gifole, generous, bountiful; Gifiende, bestowing gifts. Such a name would be related to the Norse Gefn, giver, a by-name of Freya and to Gefjon, the giving one.
- Kathleen Herbert 'Looking for the Lost gods of England'
Artwork 'gyfu rune' by Brian Partridge
- Kathleen Herbert 'Looking for the Lost gods of England'
Artwork 'gyfu rune' by Brian Partridge
28.04.202503:16
Man speaks Old English to a Frisian Farmer and they understand each other
I love this so much
I love this so much
20.04.202511:58
Thoughts on the Führer - a Hitler youth poem
Happy birthday to the fuhrer, Hail Victory!
Often you must feel alone, all by yourself,
When you think of the mission you must fulfill.
Your deeds are far beyond what others do,
Yet you seek still greater goals.
We can never reach your heights,
All we can do is follow down your way,
And our banner with its symbol of the sun
Is under your leadership, under your guidance.
Each word that you have given us,
Each look that you have sent our way,
Has cleansed us, led us
Given new light to our lives’ paths.
And should some day you be no longer with us
Your spirit will yet endure —
It will carry our children
Into a new age!
Your pure strength rests not alone
In your living word,
But now that we have found their source
They are the German people’s treasure.
Those words it was that first awakened us,
From dull brooding, hollow death —
We can no longer perish,
A light burns for us in the night!
Happy birthday to the fuhrer, Hail Victory!
07.04.202501:58
Goinim Thú, A Naoídh Bheg Shíar (A Game of Cards and Dice)
05.04.202513:56
It is a pernicious lie that the goal of WWII was German cultural hegemony throughout Europe/the world, at the expense of every other nation and its people (along with their languages and customs). This could not have been less true: the SS was fighting for a Europa of 100 flags but possessed of a single Will. The map seen here is a product of the Charlottenburg Declaration, and I have included the pertinent sections on this topic from the book of origin. Source: The Golden Thread by Miguel Serrano. The map is in French because it originally appeared in a book by St Loup.
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